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ogre would find too much for his
stomach. He took fifty adders, fifty rats, a dozen old shoes, a hundred python's
eggs (addled), and two scuttle-fills of rubbish out of the dust-hole; over these
he poured six bottles of blacking, tied it all up in a beggar's old shirt, and
for water to boil it in desired the Grand Mistress of the Slop-pails to bring
him the dirty soap-suds from all the basins in the palace. With this precious
mess he knocked at the ogre's back door exactly at twelve o'clock the next day.

"Well, my young gentleman, let us
see what you have got here," said the monster, taking up the pudding; "it smells
rather nice." And, to the dismay of the poor prince, instead of flinging it away
in disgust, he popped it into his mouth and munched it up like a penny tart.

"Ho, ho," he said, "not bad—not
bad! Do you call that nasty? You must bring me something very different if you
expect me not to swallow it. Ho! come again to-morrow."

And then he took out an old
pitchfork which he used as a tooth-pick, and went back to his den.

The next day the prince thought
he would be very cunning, and bring the giant a meal that he did not expect.
Since he seems so fond of nasty things, he said to himself, I will try if I
can't puzzle him by a dish of something very nice.

So he went round to all the
pastry-cooks in the town, and bought up all the twelfth-cakes, the gingerbread,
apricot jam, and barley-sugar in their shops; and again, at twelve o'clock
exactly, he knocked at Uglymuggimo's door.

When the ogre saw what was
brought him he fell into a furious passion.

"How dare you bring me such
disgusting rubbish?" he roared out. "Is this proper food to set before a
gentleman ogre? Take it away this instant; but—no! Stop! You sha'n't escape me
that way. I will eat it; but if you dare to play me such a trick again, I will
skin you alive and stick you in my mustard-pot. I will make you envy the very
frogs and flies that you used to catch when you were at school! I will!" Then,

holding his nose and shutting his
eyes, he thrust all the dainties between his enormous jaws, and swallowed them
down with a great gulp. "Ho, ho," he said, "you see that won't do either, my
young friend. Come again to-morrow; and, remember, no more nonsense!"

This was a sad disappointment to
Prince Hassan, and his only consolation was that the expression of the giant's
face raised some hopes that he was suffering from stomach-ache.

But as he was returning home he
happened to pass the chemist's shop to which, in the days of his boyhood, his
mamma used to send for black doses; for she made a rule of administering one to
him the first Monday in every month, according to the ancient customs of the
Court of Cashmere. The sight gave him new hopes. "I am saved!" he joyfully
exclaimed; and immediately sent a herald round the town with a proclamation that
all the rhubarb, all the jalap, all the castor-oil, and all the senna-tea that
could be found should be mixed together in a tub and brought to the palace. His
orders were obeyed, and on that happy night no physic was taken in the whole
city.

The next day at twelve o'clock
exactly the prince again went to the ogre's back door, taking his tub with him;
but this time he was full of confidence.

"I have beat him this time for
certain," he said to himself; "if he were ten times an ogre he would never be
able to swallow such a draught."

But, bless you! no sooner had the
monster seen the horrid mixture than he tossed it off like a glass of lemonade,
smacking his lips after it.

When the prince saw this he began
to despair, for he felt that his last chance was gone.

"Ho, ho," said the giant, with a
dreadful grin, "don't be cast down. You have one more chance, you know; try
again. Why don't you bring me such a thing as a tough old woman now? Perhaps I
shouldn't be able to swallow that: ho, ho! And then he laughed in such a violent
and vulgar way that he shook down six large trees.

"No, no," said the prince; "I see
it would be no use; you had better take me at once and have done with it; I give
up; you can swallow any thing if you could swallow what I brought you

it, and have never manifested any
disapprobation of it, that you will not refuse your consent —a consent I now ask
you for—to our marriage."

Mr. Wilkins did not speak for a
little while —a touch, a thought, a word more would have brought him to tears;
for at the last he found it hard to give the consent which would part him from
his only child. Suddenly he got up, and putting his hand into that of the
anxious lover (for his silence had rendered Mr. Corbet anxious up to a certain
point of perplexity—he could not understand the implied he would and he would
not), Mr. Wilkins said,

"Yes! God bless you both. I will
give her to you, some day—only it must be a long time first. And now go away—go
back to her—for I can't stand this much longer."

Mr. Corbet returned to Ellinor.
Mr. Wilkins sat down and buried his head in his hands, then went to his stable,
and had Wildfire saddled for a good gallop over the country. Mr. Dunster waited
for him in vain at the office, where an obstinate old country gentleman from a
distant part of the shire would ignore Dunster's existence as a partner, and
pertinaciously demanded to see Mr. Wilkins on important business.

PRINCE HASSAN AND THE OGRE.

EASTER MONDAY, about seventeen
thousand years ago, fell on Tuesday, the 1st of April; and on that very day the
gallant young Prince Hassan, heir-apparent of All the Cashmeres, went out with
hound and horn to hunt the deer. A fine buck was soon found; but as it went away
twice as fast as the dogs could run after it, and the dogs ran twice as fast as
the prince could gallop, and the prince galloped twice as fast as any body else,
you will not be surprised to hear that, after three hours' hard riding, his
royal highness found himself quite alone; and moreover, on looking round him, he
perceived that he was in a place where he had never been before.

Presently, however, he espied in
the hill-side the mouth of a large cavern; and as he was exhausted with heat and
thirst, he determined to enter it, in hopes of finding shelter and water. To his
delight there was a cool spring rising just inside; but no sooner had he knelt
down and taken a draught than he heard a dreadful roar from the bottom of the
cavern: and, looking up, he beheld a frightful ogre, who came up to him in two
strides, and caught him by the waist between his finger and thumb. This
monster's head was as big as a haystack; his mouth was like a great oven, with
rows of grinders like immense quartern loaves; his eyes were like the red lamps
that you see on railways; and as for his nose, it was such an object that there
really is nothing in the world ugly enough for me to compare it to. Few ogres
are handsome; but this one was so horrid and nasty, even for an ogre, that none
of the other ogres would live with him, and no ogress would marry him; so he was
forced to sulk by himself in this solitary bachelor cavern. His name was
Uglymuggimo; but the prince didn't know that.

"I'll teach you to come into my
house and drink my water without my leave," said the ogre, in a dreadful voice;
"all's fish that comes to my net; and I shall swallow you as you would an
oyster—if you had any in Cashmere."

So saying, he went to his
cupboard and took out the pepper-castor and vinegar-cruet, each of which was the
size of a sentry-box.

"I am sure I am very sorry to
have offended you, Sir," said the prince (though the ogre held him so tight that
he could hardly speak), "I meant no harm; and as for swallowing me, I really
think you had better not. I don't say this on my own account; but I am certain
I'm not fit to eat; you will find me very nasty, you will, indeed."

"Ho, ho," said the ogre, "so much
the better! The nastier things are, the more I like them! There's nothing that I
can't swallow! Why, if you could bring me any thing I couldn't swallow, I'd give
you leave to cut off my head."

"Begging your honor's pardon,"
said the prince, "I think I have seen a great many things that a nice, clean,
good-looking gentleman like you would never be able to swallow; and if you would
just let me go home and look about me a bit, I feel sure I could bring you
something of the sort; and then I hope your honor would not forget what you said
just now."

"Very well," said the ogre, after
reflecting a little, "I don't mind letting you have a trial—indeed, as I don't
happen to want you just now, it will suit me very well. I will give you leave to
try four times; but mind, you must give me your word of honor to come back here
every day at noon; and unless you bring me something that I can't swallow, I
shall swallow you yourself on the fourth day—that's all."

Now you must understand that the
ogre did not say this out of any mercy for the prince; but the fact is, he liked
best the things that it would make every body else sick even to look at: and he
thought this would be a good opportunity for getting a choice supply of all the
dainties that he was so fond of without any trouble; for he wanted some variety,
and was tired of picking up dead dogs and robbing the pig-stys.

The prince gave his word to come
back very gladly, for he thought he should have no difficulty in bringing the
ogre something that even he would find too horrible to swallow; and so the giant
let him go, and showed him a back way out of the cavern, which, to his great
surprise, opened on the cliffs just above his father's palace, to which he
returned before he had been missed.

You may think that the ogre was
rather simple for supposing that the prince would come back again to be eaten up
after he had once got away; but he knew that no prince ever broke his word, you
know, seventeen thousand years ago.

No sooner had he got home than
Prince Hassan set about making a pudding, which he hoped the

just now. Besides, where should I
find an old woman who would consent to take my place?"

"As for that," said the ogre,
with an odious wink, "I should have thought a stout young man like you could
have managed to persuade an old woman to come this way without much trouble. And
as for my being able to swallow her, I don't know—I can't say—I am a little
dainty sometimes—at any rate, it is worth your while to try I should think; for
remember, to-morrow is the fourth day! Ho, ho!"

So saying he went back into his
cave; and the prince heard him sharpening his knife and cleaning his frying-pan
in a way that froze his marrow.

The unhappy young man now gave
himself up for lost, and went home to the palace in the worst possible spirits.
"I shall go a very different road this time to-morrow," thought he. However, he
concealed his feelings as well as he could, not to distress his parents, for he
was a dutiful son. All night he lay awake, and as soon as it was day he got up
and went out to take a last walk in the country, and while away the time till
the dreadful hour of noon. After walking some time he came to a wretched,
tumble-down old cottage, and looking in through the window (which was broken) he
saw within an equally wretched and tumble-down old woman, dressed in rags,
shivering with cold and lean with hunger.

"Comfortable?" said she, in a
cracked and wheezy voice; "I haven't known what that word means for these twenty
years. I am old, and poor, and sick; I have got the ague, and the rheumatics,
and the toothache, and the earache, and oh, such dreadful corns! I have nobody
in the world to care for me; and I heartily wish I was dead, for I don't know
what good I am here."

When the prince heard the old
woman talk in this way the wicked thought which the ogre had put into his head
came back to him and began to tempt him. "Surely," he said to himself, "there

can be no great harm in taking
this poor wretched creature to the giant. Perhaps he won't like her, and then
all will be well; but even if he does, of what value is her life compared with
the chance of saving mine? I am young, happy, beloved; my death will plunge my
parent's, my family, the whole nation into grief; and then what plans I had for
doing good! This old thing, if she has any right feeling, ought to be proud of
such an opportunity of making herself useful. If she could do any good here it
would be different; but she says herself—"

He was interrupted in these
thoughts by a tapping at the broken window; and looking up he saw a pretty white
bird that had flown in.

"What is this?" said he to the
old woman.

"Oh," said she, "it is a pigeon
that I picked up with a broken leg when it was young. I brought it home and
nursed it, and now it comes to me every day for such crumbs as I can give it."

The prince's heart fairly smote
him.

"I take this as a lesson," he
said within himself; "I see now that every body is of some use in this world;
and what right have I to take any one away from his place and determine he will
not be missed! This worthy old soul has been able to do a kindness to a creature
more helpless than herself: I have had my share of comforts, and now I will bear
my misfortunes for myself like a man, and not steal the life from another in the
hope of saving my own." "I beg your pardon, ma'am, though you don't know what
for; and pray accept my purse, for which I am afraid I have not much further
use."

Then the prince left the cottage;
and as it was now getting near twelve o'clock, walked boldly toward the
mountain. Meanwhile the ogre was expecting him very eagerly. The fact was, as
perhaps you have guessed, that an old woman was a treat that he was particularly
fond of; and he made sure that the prince would take the hint he had given him
and provide one, to try and escape from being eaten up himself; for he was so
mean and cruel an ogre that he had no idea that any body could do a generous
action, or sacrifice himself rather than be unjust. He had eaten very little
breakfast on purpose to have a good appetite for his luncheon; and there he sat,
licking his lips

and watching the path by which
the prince was to come; and you may fancy his rage and disappointment when he
saw him coming.

"What!" he roared out, "no old
woman? I must have one! Where is she? Bring her! Quick!"

"Sir," said the prince, as
bravely as he could, "I have brought you no old woman; but you see I have kept
my word, and come back myself."

"You!" cried the ogre. "You,
indeed! What is a poor tender young thing like you compared to a fine, tough,
bony grandmother? Why haven't you brought me one, you villain? What have you
been about? Are you such a goose that you couldn't find one ever since
yesterday?"

"No," said the prince. " I did
find one; but I didn't choose to bring her." And then he told the ogre all he
had seen at the cottage, and all he had thought, just as I have told it to you.

As he was telling his story the
giant got into such a fury that he could hardly contain himself.

"What!" he bellowed out as soon
as the prince had finished, "do you mean to tell me that you have been such a
noodle, such a nincompoop, such a chicken-hearted baby, that when you had a
chance of saving yourself at the expense of one poor old woman you wouldn't do
it? Nonsense! I'll not believe it! You must tell me some more likely story, for
I CAN'T SWALLOW THAT!"

No sooner had he uttered these
words than there cane a loud clap of thunder, and the monster turned as white as
a sheet; and then there came a second clap, and the monster's knees began to
tremble and his teeth to chatter in his head; and then there came a third clap,
and the roof of the cavern burst open, and the Lord Chief Baron of the Fairies
came sailing in, seated on his great flying inkstand, drawn by twenty-four bats
with parchment wings and traces of red tape.

"You wicked and nasty ogre," said
his lordship, in a stern and awful voice, "you have spoken your own sentence,
and I have come to see it put in execution. You told the prince that you would
give him leave to cut off your head if he could bring you any thing that you
could not swallow; you have just confessed that he has, and now your hour is
come!"

So saying he drew forth the great
Sword of Justice, eighteen feet long, which he always carried in his waistcoat
pocket, and presented it to the prince.

"Go," he said, "meritorious
youth; cut the head off that vile and hateful monster, and cast it out to the
kites, wolves, and foxes."

The prince took the sword with a
respectful bow, and going up to the ogre, who was now rolling on the floor and
blubbering like a great coward as he was, flourished the weapon thrice, and then
brought it down with so fair a blow on the giant's neck that the head rolled
from the shoulders; so there was an end of Uglymuggimo.

"Young man," then said the Chief
Baron of the Fairies, "I am pleased with your conduct on the whole, though you
allowed a base thought to get the better of you for a moment: so if there is any
thing that you would like, mention it before the Court rises and I will grant it
you."

"My lord," said the prince, again
bowing respectfully, "I have more than I deserve already, and I wish for nothing
further for myself; but if you could do any thing to make that poor old woman
more comfortable who taught me so good a lesson I should be much obliged to
you."

"Very well," said his lordship,
"so be it; if you call upon her as you go home I think you will see a change for
the better."

So the prince walked cheerfully
down the hill again; but when he came to the old woman's home what do you think
he saw? Instead of the wretched, tumble-down old hovel that he had left he saw
the prettiest, neatest white cottage you can imagine, covered with roses and
honey-suckles; and walking in he found the old lady nicely dressed, sitting in a
comfortable arm-chair, and looking as snug and happy as possible.

"Well, ma'am," said he, "how do
you do again? I hope you feel a little better than you did?"

"Oh, Sir!" said she, "I am sure I
don't know what has come over me! All my pains are gone; the house and every
thing seems grown new and fresh again; and if I only had some nice young
companion to live with me and look after me a bit I should not envy the Queen of
Cashmere herself."

No sooner had she said this than
the door opened, and a pretty little maiden, dressed in white and walking rather
lame, came in with a courtesy, and without saying a word set about getting down
the cups and saucers and making the old lady some tea.

"Who and what are you, my dear?"
said the dame in astonishment, "and who sent you here?"

"Please, ma'am," said the little
maiden, "I am the pigeon that you were so kind to. A fine little gentleman,
sitting on a flying inkstand, touched me just now with a wand, which turned me
into what you see; and then he told me to come and live with you for the rest of
your days; which I am sure I shall be most happy to do."

So the prince went home very well
contented; but he ever afterward took care not to lose his way out hunting.

ARMY
BEEF.

ON
page 65 we
publish a graphic illustration by Mr. Theodore R. Davis, which is appropriately
entitled ARMY BEEF.
The killing, cutting up, cooking, and final devouring of the ox constitute
scenes of no little interest to the soldier. In an army like that of the Potomac
several hundred head of cattle perish weekly. The march of the army up the
Peninsula, and the various movements in Maryland and Northern Virginia, have
left their mark behind them in huge piles of whitening beef-bones. The Southern
soldiers are not so well provided as ours in this respect. Beef with them is a
luxury; in the Army of the Potomac it has been so abundant as to be wasted.

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